The quiet mouse

I stuck up for myself today.

I told my husband of 10+ years I wasn’t happy. That I want to be stupid happy.

That I didn’t enjoy the disrespect. That I didn’t like the boundaries being crosse.

He tried to deflect and change the topic to how me and being a unorganized person stressed him out.

I told him that it wasn’t about that. It was about how he treats me.

How if he goes and lays down saying he needs a break from the girls that I don’t balk and set stipulations for him and his nap.

I don’t make him jump through hoops to get what he wants.